My mother was a woman. A black woman. A single mother. Raising two kids on her own. So she was dark skinned. Had short hair. Got no love from nobody except for a group called the Black Panthers. So that's why she was a Black Panther.

Art keeps me alive. I've obviously been devastated or heartbroken all my life, since my mother's death.

My mama told me when I was young we're all born SUPERSTARS!

My mother taught me three things: respect, knowledge, search for knowledge. It's an eternal journey.

My mom and I have always been really close. She's always been the friend that was always there.

My mother always seemed to me like a fairy princess: a radiant being possessed of limitless riches and power.